A/N: Me: I have so many fics to write.

My brain: So, it's been a minute since we did Carmichael and Walker….

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

Chuck was standing in the LA field office, watching Sarah talk to other agents. It was Christmas time. Life had drastically changed for the two agents since Molly had come into their lives. Now, when Sarah wanted to burn the bad guys place down, she tried to make sure their were fireworks to entertain Molly. He wasn't sure having Molly that close to where the bad guys were was smart, but it made Sarah happy, so he went along with it.

"You okay there, Chuck?" Graham asked.

"No idea," Chuck admitted. "Things have been weird." Graham turned to him slowly. "I know, when I say weird…it's really weird."

"I'm gonna regret asking, but how?"

}o{

The day before Thanksgiving

"Well, it's time to grope the turkey," Sarah announced as she came back from putting Molly to bed. Chuck blinked, thought about that sentence, and came into the kitchen, confused.

"Is it really groping if it's dead?" Chuck offered.

"Well, then it's necrophilia, and that's way more creepy than calling it groping." Sarah shook her head. "Dinner prep is just weird."

"Maybe you should just call it Dinner prep," Chuck pointed out gently. Sarah turned a knife in her hand. "Or groping, groping is good."

"Chuck, the only groping that should be taking place is you groping me," she told him, still holding the knife. He looked at the knife and then back to her. She tilted her head. Chuck shrugged and did as he was told.

}o{

Now

"I see," Graham said, sorry he had asked. "But Sarah must be really excited about Christmas and Molly." Chuck slowly turned his head to Graham and took a drink. "I'm gonna regret this."

}o{

Last week

"I used to be an internationally-feared assassin. I was wanted by the governments of twelve different countries," Sarah muttered.

"What do you me used to be?" Chuck asked. "Last week you told me a thirteenth had added you to their most wanted list."

"I host ugly sweater parties now, Chuck," Sarah told him, pulling on the one she was wearing to make her point. "Ugly. Sweater. Parties."

"You wanted to make friends with Molly's friends' moms," Chuck reminded her.

"What was I supposed to do, take them knife throwing?" Sarah asked him.

"Well, ax tossing is a thing now," Chuck countered.

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Now

"Dear God, she didn't?" Graham asked.

"You know that paperwork you want to talk about on Monday?" Graham nodded. "She saw Diego and his henchmen at the bar. She told the mothers that his henchmen all were kidnapping children and selling them."

"Diego is involved with child trafficking?" Graham asked, his eyes wide. Chuck didn't say anything, he just took a sip from his drink. Graham closed his eyes. "How bad?"

"They're all dead…but Diego," Chuck replied. "One of the mothers was a very bad aim so it took her three times." Graham winced. "The good part is, he was an arms dealer, Thomas Petrov."

"Oh, he is a bad dude," Graham said, feeling better. "Wait, how many were there?"

"Including Diego?" Chuck asked. Graham nodded, his lips pressed together. Chuck cleared his throat. "Twenty-eight," he said in a soft voice. "Sarah got twelve, and the other eight managed to get fifteen. Cathy only got the one, but it was nasty. Of course, Diego managed to get away."

"Of course." Graham was silent for a second. "And that's it, right?" Graham asked. Chuck turned away taking a sip of his drink again. "Jesus, what else happened."

Chuck didn't say anything. "Carmichael," Graham growled. Suddenly everyone's phone went off in the room. Sarah turned to Chuck and smiled. "My office, both of you, NOW!"

}o{

"You gave presents of C4 set to explode on opening to Diego's men?!" Graham yelled. "What if there were kids there, or innocents!?"

"I had Chuck check the footage of Diego and his men's annual present exchange and no one is allowed in except Diego and his henchmen," Sarah told him. "I even dressed like Santa and dropped off the presents and everything."

"She dressed like Santa?" Graham asked, turning to Chuck. Chuck cleared his throat and turned a little red.

"He had his own present for me," Sarah said, trying to keep a straight face. Chuck turned a deeper shade of red.

"Do you know how many are dead?" Graham asked.

"Hopefully twenty," Sarah said, excitement on her face. "All I want for Christmas is Diego dead."

"Well-"

"Sir," Chuck said, cutting him off. "Do you know what it would mean to Sarah if Diego were dead?" Graham looked at Chuck, and sighed.

"Walker, would you excuse us for a moment?" Graham asked.

"I really need to get home to Molly," Sarah told him.

"You go home, and I'll get a cab or Uber or something," Chuck told her. Sarah gave him a peck on the lips and left. Chuck spun. "Sir, please, just say Diego is dead, and the next time we see him, I'll tell her it's his eviler twin brother…Bruce or something."

Graham rubbed his forehead with his hand. "Carmichael, I cannot do that."

Chuck's shoulders slumped. "Yeah, I figured you couldn't." He blew out a breath. "It's just that's what she wants, and I don't know if you've noticed but she can be hard to shop for."

"I could see that it would be…difficult," Graham replied. Chuck stood and headed to the door. "He wasn't there because he was scared to go outside. He said, and I quote, 'crazy women were throwing axes at me and my men.'"

"Yeah," Chuck said a dreamy look on her face. "She's so awesome." And with that, he left.

"They are both psychos," Graham muttered.

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"Hey baby," Sarah said as Chuck entered their home a little later. "Molly is in bed."

"So, Sarah," Chuck began, not happy about what he was about to tell her.

"I know, he's not dead," Sarah said, walking over to him and patting his cheek. "It was sweet you wanted him dead as my Christmas present, but I already have the best present, you and Molly."

Chuck smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her.

She pulled away after a minute and headed to the bedroom. She paused at the door. "Besides, I have the best New Year's Resolution planned."

"Oh yeah?" Chuck asked, a grin growing on her face.

"To kill Diego next year," she growled, and then turned and walked into the bedroom. Chuck shook his head, the grin gone from his face. "GET IN HERE!" she yelled, and he ran to the bedroom.

A/N: ….I got nuthin'